Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently completely full once I boarded.
During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to vomit.
As we neared the street towards the destination as I understood I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. But then I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk down into a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.
Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I never glimpsed his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.
Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.
